Do not seek the abominations that lurk in the remaining ageless woods. The tangled vines that consume the mostly empty buildings. The dirt paths and trails carved out since the first sapling will not lead you into the musky caves where it lives: the dark, wet vein of the Earth. That place without an once of softness. without an once of comfort.

Search only inward my son.

With the slow decay of time and the agony of pubescence, you will find that ghoulish, glowing luminescence. That light too bright, too searing to stare long at.